Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Can,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.